"I can't find Speedie"
Magenta couldn't find it in herself to care. Speedster always gave off creepy serial killer vibes, so she was happier not having him around. Even if it did make her job slightly harder.
Now that she was back in action, after they grew her a new arm in a vat and attached it with Elmer's glue, she could finally continue her life's work: Punching people with her energy fields!
If God didn't want her to punch people with her energy fields, He wouldn't have made her. So it's not her fault.
Brick scratched his head and continued staring at her, like she had any damn answers. 'You should go out and punch someone, moron.' The man had been blessed with a magnificent punching ability, and yet he hardly ever actually used it for anything! It had been months since he had turned anyone into meat paste! Months!
Magenta shook her head at this awful nonsense. Such a waste.
"Let's find Speedie!"
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After beating up some poor people in a drug den and arresting a rando for 'not showing enough respect', Magenta found herself, milkshake in hand, sitting in a diner with Brick.
"I like milkshakes."
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Not the greatest conversationalist.
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Mr.Beard directed the work of the kids, in the construction of the 'moon ark' they'd all be dimensionally-sliding to the moon in. It'd be a beautiful world, free of sin and milkshakes and Cyber Pandas.
... hoo hoo hoo! If Mr.Beard wasn't allowed to have any fun, nobody else was either!
... he was a bit worried about one little acolyte. It's one thing to brainwash a bunch of children into building a wood doomsday weapon to wipe out Fortress City through a dimensional merge. It's quite another for a tyke to base his entire personal identity around a bunch of random nonsense.
Mr.Beard might have planned the mass extermination of a bunch of people, but he wasn't evil. He'd try once again to help the lad have a more rounded life, before it all ended.
"Little Magnus, come here."
"Yes teacher!"
"Are there any TV shows you like lately?"
"Yes! 'The Boy Inside The Moon'!"
"Uh, anything else?"
"No teacher!"
"Well then... that's all I guess..."
"Teacher!"
"Ah, huh? ...What is it?"
"This consumed precious time that should have been used constructing the ark! If you do this again, I'll have to report you to the high priestess!" And with that, Little Magnus turned around and resumed directing the labor.
... they had a high priestess???